The old lady and her two brothers breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease. The old lady clasped her hands together and bowed several times, muttering incantations.
Ye Hua was wheeled out, still unconscious, his face pale and bloodless. When the old lady saw him like this, tears streamed down her face again.
Meng Shanshan arranged a private ward, which was very quiet and even had hotel-like amenities. When the old lady and her two brothers saw the large and bright room, which was hundreds of times better than their house in the countryside, they felt uneasy and worried that they couldn't afford the medical expenses.
Ye Qingqing saw through their thoughts and said, "This hospital is run by my friend's family, so you don't need to worry about the medical expenses."
"How can that be? I can't take advantage of your friend. I have money. I haven't spent a single penny of Xiaohua's salary; I've saved it all." The old lady shook her head vigorously, her withered hand reaching into her clothes to pull out a tightly tied plastic bag.
Ye Qingqing felt a sense of familiarity towards the old lady, as this was her usual way of saving money. She didn't trust banks and felt more at ease saving money herself. The old lady had wrapped several plastic bags around her hands and untied them with trembling hands. Inside, there was indeed a considerable amount of money, probably around ten or twenty thousand yuan, which should be all of the old lady's savings.
"Is this enough? This is enough." The old lady gave all the money to Ye Qingqing, her eyes filled with heartache, but she still resolutely stuffed it into her hands.
Ye Qingqing thought for a moment, took out 1,000 yuan, and returned the rest to the old lady, saying, "I don't need this much. My friend gave me the cost price. You can take these back."
"Is this enough?" the old lady asked, disbelieving.
"That's enough, don't worry!"
Ye Qingqing smiled and assured her repeatedly before the old lady finally accepted the money. She had lived in the countryside for many years and was unfamiliar with the situation outside. She thought it was really enough, but the two brothers knew that Ye Qingqing must have paid out of her own pocket. The money must have been a lot. Such a good hospital would probably cost tens of thousands of yuan!
The two brothers felt bad. They didn't have much money and couldn't afford the medical expenses. They could only accept Ye Qingqing's favor and let Ye Hua pay it back slowly in the future.
Two days later, Ye Hua's condition gradually stabilized. The doctor said that her condition was not bad and she could be discharged after another week of rest. However, Ye Hua was in low spirits, listless, and unwilling to talk much.
The old lady is staying in the hospital. The two brothers have gone back home. There's a lot of chores left to do. Ye Qingqing will also be going over. Ye Tong is going to participate in a competition, and she doesn't want this to affect Ye Tong's competition, so she's taken care of this so that Ye Tong can focus on preparing for the competition.
At noon, she went to deliver lunch and heard Ye Hua crying and pleading at the door, "Grandma, please save Ah Zhen! I won't marry her, but can you please save her? She can't marry that old scoundrel, she'll die..."
"How can I save her? That wicked mother-in-law is demanding 60,000 yuan. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" The old lady was also helpless. She had already asked her son to inquire about it. The wicked mother-in-law was the real culprit. She had verbally abused her second son and was making outrageous demands, insisting on 60,000 yuan before she would agree to release him.
Ye Hua burst into tears, and you could feel his grief even through the door. The old lady was also heartbroken. She never expected things to be so serious. If Ah Zhen really had an accident, she would be indirectly responsible for her death, and she couldn't bear the guilt of taking a life.
"Stop crying, I'll go talk to that wicked old woman."
The old lady made up her mind: if things didn't work out, she would hang herself at the door; after all, she was old enough not to be ashamed.
Ye Qingqing pushed open the door and went in. She saw Ye Hua crying her eyes out, facing the old lady. "Don't go. That wicked woman is very bad. If something happens to you, I can't live... I'll go borrow money to redeem Ah Zhen from her servitude."
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